Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The Sweet Smell of Distress


Just a few days ago, Jay and I were talking about how it’s been a while since Ke$ha has had a new song.  We both would like her to put out something new since we miss her unique brand of silly, trashy, mindless music.  It’s a guilty pleasure.
While I was out in Las Vegas for the past few days, I didn’t hear any new Ke$ha music.  But, no matter where I was – the airport, my hotel, a cab, or even out on the street – there was always a particular smell.  This morning I realized what that smell was.  It was the smell of Ke$ha.
In case you’re wondering, here’s what Ke$ha smells like:
  • Two parts stale cigarette smoke.  By stale cigarette smoke, I mean the smell you used to find on your clothes as they lay in the hamper the morning after going out to a bar back in the day when people were still allowed to smoke in bars on the east coast.  In Las Vegas, they still let you smoke inside.  But, no matter how "fresh" the cigarette smoke is that's stinging your eyes, it still smells stale.
  • One part day-old sweat.  It’s important to note that this isn’t the smell of sweat from working out.  No, it's the sweat of anticipation from someone who thinks they're just about to win that big payout on the casino floor.
  • One part baby powder.  This one confused me.  I think it came from the babies and toddlers that I saw several gamblers toting about as good luck charms.
  • Two parts alcohol.  This isn’t the stale beer scent you get in a fraternity basement.  It’s the smell of a fruity drink like a margarita or a daiquiri.  At the Monte Carlo, they carry these drinks around in one-foot long plastic glasses.
  • Three parts cheap perfume, the kind that makes your nose wrinkle in disgust as you wonder “Who would actually wear that?”  Looking around in Las Vegas, I got my answer.
I don’t think I’m going to miss the smell of Ke$ha.  If I ever do, though, at least I now know how to recreate it.